Born into a roaming caravan, Stagwell spent much of his life on the roads of Bree, moving frequently from town to town. The older men of the families were well versed in combat, acting as sellswords and bodyguards in order to sustain their income. The women of the caravan often took up crafting in order to support their loved ones, although many also took a keen interest in swordplay. Several local families made up the caravan, and new members were welcomed just as quickly as old ones were lost. The life was simple, but wholesome.
However, a fiery dispute between two of the most prominent members of the founding family caused a rift that could not be repaired - an infamous group of highwaymen became involved, leading to a ransacking of the caravan. Fire consumed almost everything the families owned, and within the space of a week, the caravan had disbanded, reduced to nothing more than ash and memory. Many were lost to the combat, while others scattered, devastated without those they had relied upon for so long. Stagwell, a young man by this point, continued to roam Bree, trying to carve out his own path.
Fresh air, farm-work, rum, literature, swordplay
Cold, rain, snow, ale, arrogance
"We are all slaves, to one thing or another - some of us are simply not aware of it."